Lawrence Harding

The Master’s Orders

Lawrence Harding “I don’t quite see why we’re doing this,” muttered Jonton as he shovelled more plants onto the bonfire. “Not for us to know why,” grunted Gram in reply. “As always with the master, best not to know. Just do what we’re told and keep our heads down.” “True enough, true enough.”Continue reading “The Master’s Orders”

Negotiations Unending

Lawrence Harding The negotiations had been going on for hours. They had begun at daybreak, and now the last fingers of this midsummer day were retreating over the horizon. This was not how Ianton had expected things to go. He was the Kingdom of Voeth’s most esteemed negotiator, freshly called back from the eastern frontiersContinue reading “Negotiations Unending”

A Hero’s Reward

Lawrence Harding Bury me here, that all may remember me. Did they remember? Did it matter? He had his gold, his silver, his treasure. That was all that mattered. Through all his exploits, all his heroics, nothing had compared and nothing could ever compare. He’d known that from the first moment he set eyes onContinue reading “A Hero’s Reward”

Launch Date

Lawrence Harding “Well then, what’s all this about?” demanded General Gormorant as he strode into the atrium. “You’d better not be wasting my time, Bastian. There’s a war on.” Bastian, for her part, was unruffled. She met his gaze with all the poise and confidence that her dark uniform designating her a senior member ofContinue reading “Launch Date”

In the Blood

Lawrence Harding It’s in the blood. Caster groaned as Mjorek’s words echoed round his head for the hundredth time since he’d first delved into this cave. His master usually hid his meanings in wordplay and trickery, in the hope that some lateral thinking would rub off on his apprentice. It was a bit of aContinue reading “In the Blood”

The Journal That Ate Antiquity

Lawrence Harding Rutherford had found three more that day. Three more books from his library that were utterly ruined, utterly useless and, bafflingly, utterly undamaged. When he had picked them up from where they had been strewn across the floor he found that, upon opening them, only blank pages met his eyes. There was noContinue reading “The Journal That Ate Antiquity”

The Blood of the Nightingales

Lawrence Harding You’ve heard of the Nightingales, right? Might seem a bit of an odd name for an elite unit of heroic fighters, but you probably know the reason they’re called what they are. I’m going to tell you anyway, because it’s relevant. They were named after the Nightingale. Now, he was a proper hero.Continue reading “The Blood of the Nightingales”

A Legacy of Worth

Lawrence Harding In the Royal Gallery of Heaven, an argument was raging. Again. There hadn’t always been a Royal Gallery – not until enough of the souls of kings, queens and other sundry rulers had insisted that the be one that the Divine Principle threw up the arms it didn’t have and created one. Peace,Continue reading “A Legacy of Worth”

Being Still

Lawrence Harding “You must remain still,” they had told her. “Or it will not be able to find you.” That had been several hours ago, when the brethren had left Alaria alone in the woods to await the Coming. Staying still was becoming difficult. The sun had gone down long ago. Now it wasContinue reading “Being Still”

The Tome of Belerhan

Lawrence Harding Brother Alkmund had been waiting to look on these pages for what seemed like all his life. Now that he saw them, all he felt was panic. At last, the Tome of Belerhan was in his hands. He had lain awake at night for weeks as this moment approached, yearning for itContinue reading “The Tome of Belerhan”